Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead. I did them all in December but was less successful in January. Let’s see how we do in February shall we.
Love’s passions red
Thoughts in his head
Lies in death’s bed
And scheme
Unknown, she sleeps
through curtains peeps
and inslide creeps
She’ll scream
Calls stifled still
Exerts his will
And drinks his fill
She’ll dream
And drifts to black
No turning back
Now life she’ll lack
His queen
Afterwards 